I shall firmly resist a lifetime's tendency toward verbosity (almost) and just say... WELCOME BACK.
Oh that I was back in the dear old PBI.
With no more Triplanes on me tail, nor tracer tracing by.
And no more flames and clickerty-clack and no more blooming sky,
And only a couple of feet to fall whenever I want to die.
No. 56 Squadron Song
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